mediocrity isn’t
something to be strived for
and being a nonentity isn’t
a relief of pressure
it’s heavier than any weight
that could be strapped to your back,
larger than any expectations
you delude yourself into thinking you must meet
emptiness fills
more than you would think
your feeble body on the ground
stirs no pity in me
i hope the steel-toed boots
striking you from every direction
leave bruises that last
i hope the stench of your rotting flesh
gags you and brings up the lack
of what you hold inside
i hope old scabs are ripped open again
and your hands lay weak by your side
unable to stop the flow of blood
let me hear you say that you are nothing,
that you have nothing valuable to offer
let me hear you say that you are a waste of space,
an unwanted burden
let me hear you cry and plead for an end,
although you don’t deserve that escape
i want to hear you say that you’re a murderer
i want you to go back:
look into his eyes
watch them dilate with fear
and then see the light leave them
feel his blood on your hands
leaving a permanent mark
that doesn’t wash off under water
feel his body turn cold
as the life inside him stops
with his heartbeat
your sniveling apologies do nothing
but turn my stomach over
don’t touch me,
i don’t care if the blood is gone
being a nonentity isn’t
a relief of pressure
i hope you never get away
from that weight
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 6:36 PM UTC
mediocrity isn’t
something to be strived for
and being a nonentity isn’t
a relief of pressure
it’s heavier than any weight
that could be strapped to your back,
larger than any expectations
you delude yourself into thinking you must meet
emptiness fills
more than you would think
your feeble body on the ground
stirs no pity in me
i hope the steel-toed boots
striking you from every direction
leave bruises that last
i hope the stench of your rotting flesh
gags you and brings up the lack
of what you hold inside
i hope old scabs are ripped open again
and your hands lay weak by your side
unable to stop the flow of blood
let me hear you say that you are nothing,
that you have nothing valuable to offer
let me hear you say that you are a waste of space,
an unwanted burden
let me hear you cry and plead for an end,
although you don’t deserve that escape
i want to hear you say that you’re a murderer
i want you to go back:
look into his eyes
watch them dilate with fear
and then see the light leave them
feel his blood on your hands
leaving a permanent mark
that doesn’t wash off under water
feel his body turn cold
as the life inside him stops
with his heartbeat
your sniveling apologies do nothing
but turn my stomach over
don’t touch me,
i don’t care if the blood is gone
being a nonentity isn’t
a relief of pressure
i hope you never get away
from that weight
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